Intro :
" Look into my eyes" he tells her
" I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah
" Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah
A ll that day she thinks of his love yeah
T hey whip him through the streets and alleys there
T he gormless and the baying crowd right there
T hey can't get enough of that doomsday song
T hey can't get enough of it all
L isten
" Listen to the whores" he tells her
H e fashions paper sculptures of them
T hen drags them to the rivers ba nk in the cart
T heir soggy paper bodies wash a shore in the dark
And the p riest stiff in hate now d emanding fun begin
Of his women d ressed as men for the p leasure of that priest
H ere I am
N ot quite dying
M y body left to rot in a hollow tree
I ts branches throwing shadows
O n the gallows for me
A nd the next day
A nd the next
A nd another day
I gnoring the pain of their particular diseases
T hey chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
T hey haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
A nd drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
F irst they give you everything that you want
T hen they take back everything that you have
T hey live upon their feet and they d ie upon their knees
T hey can work with satan while they d ress like the saints
T hey know god exists for the d evil told them so
They s cream my name aloud down into the w ell below
H ere I am
N ot quite dying
M y body left to rot in a hollow tree
I ts branches throwing shadows
O n the gallows for me
A nd the next day
A nd the next
A nd another day
